I am a horrible mother (or so I am supposed to believe...)

Right now, Ali is sleeping on a self-made bed on the floor in our basement. She fell asleep watching her favorite show while I was reading a magazine on the couch above her. Luckily, I looked down in time to catch Maddie crawling up to her sister to grab her and take her upstairs. Time to change that diaper. Then I sit down to play with Maddie who begins to rub her eyes. Time for you to go down for a nap too my dear. So here I sit writing as my littlest one is in the final stages of CIO (cry it out). Yes, I know, what am I thinking traumatizing my baby by leaving her in her room. But, it works I say. Since I spent two months undoing the damage a move did to her sleeping patterns. She only wanted to sleep in our bed, but then she couldn't sleep because Mommy and Daddy were there. So then Dave had to move to the couch or he wouldn't get any sleep and Maddie would be fussy. This would continue until I finally said enough and put her in her crib (which had to be a new one, since of course the old one was damaged in the move). At least I leave her with soothing music and her paci. Oh wait, was I not supposed to give her the paci, hahaha, don't worry I will be taking that away around December. 18 months old is my cut off. Hopefully it will go as well as Ali's did, but I know it may be more of a challenge. She has a different personality and gets very upset when that paci is missing. Sigh! Oh well, guess I will go off and work on my online calendar for the vacation...